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"You wouldn't watch me die," Fujiwara Ichiro said, but his tone sounded more like he was comforting himself.
The students from White Country wanted to rush forward and carry the injured Fujiwara Ichiro away for treatment. However, when Xiao Han's gaze met theirs, they trembled and dared not to proceed.
Seeing the blood-dripping dagger and Fujiwara Ichiro lying in a pool of blood, those students from White Country had fear written all over their faces.
They were frightened by Xiao Han's methods and didn't dare to step forward.
Xiao Han ignored Fujiwara Ichiro and just stood there silently. All the onlookers were staring at Xiao Han, their expressions taut with nervousness.
In the current situation, one careless move could easily result in loss of life.
As time ticked by, Fujiwara Ichiro's complexion turned paler, a sign of severe blood loss.
Finally, Fujiwara Ichiro could no longer keep calm. He knew that if he delayed any further, he would indeed die.
